THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

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OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


OEMS 


WRITTEN  ON 
THE  JOURNEY  FROM  SENSE  TO 
SOUL  BY  AUGUSTA  E.  STETSON 


NEW  YORK: 
HOLDEN,   Publisher 

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COPYRIGHT.  1910 


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THE    FIRST    CHURCH     OF     CHRIST,    SCIENTIST, 

IN     BOSTON,     MASS. 
THE    MOTHER   CHURCH    AND    ITS    EXTENSION. 


LOVE    LEAD    US    ON, 

TILL    THE    NIGHT    BE    GONE, 
TILL    WE    WAKE    IN    THE    MORNING    LIGHT; 

TILL    LOVE'S    VOICE    OF    CHEER, 

HUSHES    EVERY    FEAR, 
AND    HER    FACE    IS    REVEALED   TO    SIGHT. 


THESE    POEMS    I    DEDICATE 
TO 

ft*tt*r*nit 

AS  A  STUDENT  TO  THE  TEACHER, 
AS  A  FOLLOWER  TO  THE  LEADER, 
AS  A  CHILD  TO  THE  MOTHER. 


mg  the 


ong  of 


ladness ! ! 


("OUR    PRAYER    IN    STONE.") 


HILDRENof  the  Blessed, 

Sing  the  song  of  gladness! 
Ring  the  loud  hosannas!  Christ  to  earth  again  is  come. 
Raise  the  voice  to  praise  him! 
Bid  the  world  adore  him ! 


Written  at  the 
completion  of 
the  Mother 
Church,  The 
First  Church  of 
Christ,  Scientist, 


While  we  follow,  listening  to  the  voice  that  calls  us  home.      Boston,  Mass. 


Has  the  path  been  thorny? 

Roses,  with  their  fragrance 
Cheered  us,  as  we  followed  in  the  Way  our  Saviour  led. 

When  we,  Israel's  children, 

Hungered  in  the  desert, 
How  the  hand  of  Love  supplied  the  ever  living  bread! 


SING   THE   SONG   OF  GLADNESS. 


When  athirst  and  weary, 

Faint  and  heavy  laden, 
Following  through  the  wilderness  of  sin  and  sense,  our  Guide, 

Then  we  heard  the  summons, 

Falter  not,  but  come  ye; 
Drink  the  ever  living  waters,  which  in  me  abide! 

Bread  of  Life  to  strengthen; 

Waters  to  refresh  us, 
Flowing  ever  freely   from  the  ever  living  Fount. 

Mother  love  to  counsel; 

Mother  voice  to  cheer  us; 
Mother  smile  to  beckon  from  the  valley  to  the  Mount. 

Could  we  fail  or  falter, 

While  the  loving  Saviour 
Every  want  supplied,  and  every  tear  drop  wiped  away, 

Every  murmur  silenced, 

Every  shadow  lessened 
\Vith  the  power  of  Love  divine,  revealing  God's  bright  day? 


SING   THE   SONG   OF   GLADNESS. 


As  we  catch  bright  glimpses 
Of  the  Eternal  Real, 

As  we  lose  the  echo  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care- 
Brighter  gleams  God's  glory. 
Chant  again  the  story! 

Christ  is  come  to  human  ken,  His  temple  to  prepare. 

Sing  for  joy  ye  ransomed ! 

Prayer  in  stone  appearing 
Bids  us  trim  our  lamps,  and  wait  the  Bridegroom's  midnight  call. 

Sing,  for  Christ  is  with  us! 

Israel's  Shepherd  leads  us! 
Love  is  come  to  reign  forever,  crown  Her  Lord  of  all! 


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ommunion. 


WAS  Sabbath  morn.     The  city  lay 
In  the  embrace  of  dawn,  which, 
As  it  blended  with  approaching  day, 
Revealed  cathedral  dome,  and  lofty  spire 
Of  many  a  church,  where  people  congregate 

To  worship  God;  till  at  length, 
Its  radiance  rested  on  a  temple,  made 
Of  stone,  symmetrical  and  white, 

Which  towered  in  silent  speech,  and 
Voiceless  prayer,  piercing  the  sky;  as  if 
To  point  beyond  the  finite  view, 
And  lead  the  worn  and  weary  unto  Christ. 

The  joyous  birds  joined  in  the  silent  anthem, 
"God  is  Good;"* 

And  whispering  leaves  were  hushed, 
As  if  in  prayer; 


Communion 
service  at  the 
Mother  Church, 
The  First  Church 
of  Christ,  Scien 
tist,  Boston, 
.Mass..  June  7th, 
.895. 


Science  and 
Health,  with  Key 
to  the  Scriptures, 
by  Mary  Baker 
Eddy. 


COMMUNION. 


And  as  the  dewdrop 
Giistened  on  the  lily's  breast, 
And  flashed  its  varied  hues,  it  voiced  the  message 
"God  is  Good."  * 

The  crystal  waters,  *Sc5ence  and 

Touched  by  hand  unseen,  sparkled  Health  with  Key 

*  to  the  Scriptures. 

From  lake  and  fount,  and,  by  Mary  Baker 

Eddy. 

Pure  and  smiling,  turned  their  faces  fair, 
For  Love's  impress,  and  murmured, 
"God  is  Love." 

Eternity's  great  organ  seemed  to  wake 
The  world  to  prayer  and  praise. 
Anon,  upon  the  breath  of  morn,  were  borne 
Sweet  silvery  chimes,  floating  on 
Pulseless  air,  like  voice  from 
Mother  heart,  calling  to  children  dear, 
And  tremulous  with  love  and  blessings, 
Prayed  the  Shepherd  Christ  to  show 
Her  how  to  go  across  the  hillside's 

Steep  and  rugged  way, 
And  safely  lead  His  sheep. 

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COMMUNION. 


Well  the  disciples  knew  the 

Voice,  calling  to  feast  of 

Love,  and  thronged  the  temple  door, 

Eager  for  Word  of  God,  and  Christ, — the  bread. 

The  thirsty  pressed  for  drink 
From  "little  book"  the  key  to 
Heavenly  wealth, — God's  Holy  Word, 
Revealing  Truth  and  Love, — hid  since 
The  world  began,  but  now  ope'd  wide 
Through  Science  and  Health. 
As  deep  within  the  heart  was  heard 
The  promise,  Whoso  eateth  of  this 
Bread,  shall  hunger  not,  nor  shall 
They  thirst  again  who  drink 
My  blood,  a  peace  descended,  and  the 
Singers  rose  and  gave  to  listening  worshippers 
The  chant,—  "The  righteous  shall  go  in." 
A  holy  hush  bade  human  sense 
"Be  still,"  and  Christ  was  felt, 
Sweeping  with  touch  divine  across  the 
Harp  of  thousand  strings,  attuning 


COMMUNION. 


To  Life  and  Love. 

Then  rose  the  Readers,  calm  and  strong 
In  Christ,  and  prayerful,  trusting 
God  to  feed  His  people  in  green 
Pastures,  and  to  lead  beside  still 
Waters,  through  the  Comforter  and  Word. 

To  hearts  attuned  to  Love,  this 
Holy  hour  seemed  like  the  gate  of 
Heaven,  which,  ajar,  disclosed 
The  smile  of  Christ,  calling  in 
Tender  accents,  Come  to  Me. 

Bowed  in  humble  prayer,  prostrate 
Before  the  Christ,  and  listening 
For  His  voice,  a  heavenly  benediction 
Fell  upon  the  heart,  and  tearful 
Gratitude  went  up  to  God  for 
Her  who  gave  to  all  the  Guide 
To  Life  divine, — who  clasps  again 
The  sinner's  hand — who  turns 
The  straying  footsteps  to  the 
Light,  and  leads  once  more  the 

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COMMUNION. 


Way  to  God,  as  did  the  Christ  of  yore. 

Communing  thus,  a  sacred 
Presence  filled  the  place,  and 
Heavenly  messengers  brought 
Peace  and  hope,  to  struggling  pilgrims, 
Kneeling  there  for  bread, 
And  waters  pure,  from  Spirit  fount. 

Love  rose  to  temple  dome, 
And  filled  each  humble  heart 
With  incense  from  God's  altar. 
And  the  song  was  heard  again, 
"  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men," 
Sung  by  unseen  choirs  there,. 
As  they  knelt  in  silent  prayer. 
Twas  as  if  the  chord  of  love, 
Swept  by  Master  hand  above, 
Thrilled  the  meek  and  lowly  heart, 
Bidding  care  and  fear  depart. 
Then  was  caught  the  low  refrain, 
"  1  am  with  you  once  again," 
I  have  given  the  bread  and  wine, 

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COMMUNION. 

I  am  Christ,  and  ye  are  mine. 
Hush!  within  this  holy  place, 
Love  false  concepts  will  efface; 
Turn  ye  all  from  gold  and  dross, 
Gaze  upon  the  radiant  cross! 
Holy  Spirit,  break  the  bread, 
Till  each  hungry  heart  be  fed! 
Drink  the  wine,  so  freely  poured 
By  the  "Comforter,"  adored! 
Then  with  power  of  love,  reveal, 
How  the  Christ  the  sick  doth  heal! 
Hear  the  Saviour  bid  you  go 
Out  into  a  world  of  woe, 
Loving  all,  as  I  love  you, 
Each  the  healing  work  will  do; 
And,  forgetting  harsh  offense, 
Yield  to  Love  in  penitence. 
Then  will  love  for  God  and  man, 
Light  the  earth  with  rainbow  span. 

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The  faithful  rose  to  follow  Christ's 
Command,  to  heal  the  sick  and  sinful,  and 
To  overcome  the  sense  of  self  and  sin. 

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(£)ove   and   the  @tar. 


S  the  sunset  crimson  faded 

Into  amber  hues  one  day, 
And  the  gathering  twilight  deepened 

Till  it  merged  in  sombre  gray; 
While  I  lingered  in  the  gloaming, 

From  my  heart  went  up  a  prayer, 
And  I  lost  the  sense  of  shadows, 
As  I  bowed  in  silence  there. 


Soon  1  felt  a  tender  presence 

Touching  me  with  influence  mild, 
And  a  white-winged  dove  descended, 

Cooing  softly,  Peace,  my  child. 
While  I  wondered  what  the  meaning 

Of  this  dove,  with  wings  unfurled, 
Once  again  I  heard  its  message, 

Rise  above  this  sin-bound  world! 


THE    DOVE   AND   THE   STAR. 


Rise  and  soar  on  Hope's  bright  pinions! 

Tarry  not  in  shadows  dim! 
Preen  your  wings  of  aspiration! 

Chant  Love's  holy  vesper  hymn! 
See!  Upon  the  blue  empyrean 

Shines  the  star  of  faith's  clear  light, 
Beckoning  with  its  twinkling  radiance, 

To  a  world  more  fair  and  bright. 


Look  again!  Behold  Hope's  star-beam 

Brightly  flashing  in  the  blue, 
While  the  star  of  Love  appearing, 

Speaks  of  heavenly  joys  to  you. 
Constellations  gild  the  heavens, 

Brilliantly  they  flash  afar, 
Breathing  words  of  holy  promise 

In  the  language  of  the  star. 

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THE    DOVE   AND   THE   STAR. 


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Thus  the  dove  soared  just  beyond  me, 

Beating  with  its  wings  the  air, 
Leading  me  to  heights  celestial, 

And  1  followed  gladly  there; 
Till  I  learned  the  lesson  taught  me 

By  the  dove  and  star  that  night, 
And  the  darkness  of  the  gloaming 

Fled,  before  the  diamond  light. 


Thus  we  wander  in  the  twilight 

Of  this  mortal  life,  and  fear, 
Till  the  dove  of  Peace  descending, 

Guides  us  to  the  glad  Soul  sphere. 
There  the  light  dispels  the  shadows; 

Glorious  beams  of  Truth  appear, 
And  the  raptured  vision  shows  us 

God,  and  man,  and  heaven  are  here. 

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verlasting  f~|rms. 


|N  the  bosom  of  Love  we  are  resting, 

Love's  arms  doth  our  being  enfold, 
And  the  heart  of  Omnipotence  pulsates 

To  measures  of  Love  untold. 
Thus  we  dwell  in  divine  Everpresence: 

Our  Father  and  Mother  God. 
We  walk  with  the  saints  in  glory, 
And  tread  where  our  Master  trod. 


As  we  rest  in  the  Mother  love,  holy, 

As  we  list  to  the  Mother  voice,  sweet, 
We  hear  the  chant  of  the  angels 

Who  traverse  the  unseen  street. 
And  listening,  we  lose  the  echo 

Of  sorrow,  and  sin,  and  sense, 
Till  the  clouds  become  thin  and  thinner, 

That  conceal  the  vast  immense. 

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THE    EVERLASTING   ARMS. 


And  oft  as  we  patiently  linger, 

And  pray  for  spiritual  sight, 
A  rift  in  the  cloud  discloses 

A  world  of  wondrous  light. 
They  are  faint,  faint  glimpses  only, 

And  though  mists  soon  hide  the  gold, 
That  rift  reveals  marvellous  beauty, 

Of  Life,  Love  and  Truth,  untold. 


The  eyes  that  behold  this  vision, 

Seen  through  the  matter  veil, 
Are  steadily  fixed  on  the  real, 

Till  spiritual  sight  shall  prevail; 
And  bursting  the  clouds,  disclose  heaven, 

The  haven  of  rest  long  sought, 
The  refuge  for  earth's  weary  wanderers, 

Whom  Love  to  their  home  has  brought. 


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THE    EVERLASTING   ARMS. 


Thus  Love  leads  us  out  from  the  shadows, 

And  Love  breaks  the  bondage  of  fear, 
And  Love  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven, 

And  heaven  is  always  here. 
Hence  we  live  in  divine  Everpresence, 

We  move  to  the  rhythm  of  Mind, 
And  losing  the  false  and  the  finite, 

Our  heaven  on  earth  we  find. 


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RAISE  to  God  that  we  are  restless, 

Till  we  find  our  rest  in  Him; 
Praise  to  God,  our  cup  is  empty, 

Till  He  fills  it  to  the  brim. 
Praise  to  God,  our  eyes  are  sightless, 
Till  He  lights  our  pathway  dim; 
And  our  eyes  behold  the  Saviour, 
And  our  glad  lips  welcome  Him. 


Precious  Saviour,  Thou  who  gavest 

Us  the  Comforter  and  Guide, 
Thou  whose  book  unlocked  Truth's  treasures, 

In  whose  light  we  now  abide,— 
Draw  us  nearer,  lift  us  higher, 

To  the  stature  of  God's  man, 
Let  Thy  holy  love,  reflected, 

Light  us  with  its  rainbow  span, 


PRAISE  TO  GOD. 


Restless  waves  upon  Time's  ocean 

Christ  once  calmed,  with  "Peace  be  still! 
When  sense  struggled,  strong  His  pleading,— 

Not  mine,  Father,  but  Thy  will. 
Earth-bound  mortals  felt  the  presence 

Of  the  Christ — of  Love  and  Life; 
Felt  the  peace,  the  rest,  the  gladness, 

Lost  the  sense  of  sin  and  strife. 


Once  again,  as  He  has  promised, 

Comes  the  Christ  to  call  His  own; 
Once  again  His  sweet  voice  pleadeth, 

"  Follow  me,"  in  loving  tone. 
Hear  ye  Him,  again  repeating, 

Come  to  me,  Oh!  come  and  see 
Bread  of  heaven,  living  waters, 

Ready,  ever  waiting  thee. 


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PRAISE   TO   GOD. 


Hear  Him  to  the  troubled  senses 

Speak  again,  the  "Peace  be  still!" 
See  the  multitudes  assemble, 

That  His  love  their  hearts  may  fill. 
See  the  sinner  and  the  sufferer, 

Pressing  to  the  Saviour's  feet; 
See  the  Word  dispelling  sorrow; 

See,  and  seek  Christ's  blest  retreat. 


Sing  the  song  of  joy  and  gladness! 

Ring  it  out  o'er  hill  and  vale! 
Shout  aloud  the  glad  hosanna: 

Truth  forever  shall  prevail! 
Christ  is  come,  let  error  vanish, 

Sin  and  sorrow,  pain  and  fears; 
Earth  will  soon  be  filled  with  glory, 

Christ,  our  Lord,  again  appears. 


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ave        /e  any 

— Jesus. 


HE  voice  of  the  Master  was  heard  by  the  men, 
As  he  spoke  from  the  shore,  on  the  morning,  when 
He  found  them  weary,  yet  toiling  on 
With  their  nets,  by  the  morning  dawn. 

Cast  your  nets  on  the  other  side! 

How  the  sweet  voice  echoed  over  the  tide! 

How  their  faith  and  love  arose  once  more, 

As  they  filled  their  nets,  and  pulled  for  shore! 

As  they  saw  the  fire  of  coals,  they  said: 

His  love  has  prepared  the  fish  and  bread. 

Oh!  the  blessed  Master  taught  them  there, 

To  leave  their  nets  and  forsake  their  care, 

And  prove  the  power  of  the  Word. 

The  gentle  voice  of  Love  divine 

Called  to  His  children,  "Come  and  dine!" 

The  feast  He  prepared  was  at  their  feet, 

But  they  made  no  move  to  come  and  eat. 

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CHILDREN,  HAVE  YE  ANY  MEAT? 


They  knew  it  was  Jesus  whom  they  saw, 

And  their  hearts  were  filled  with  love  and  awe. 

Then  His  mighty  love  appeared  again; 

He  took  the  bread  and  gave  to  them, 

And  also  the  fishes  He  passed  to  eat, 

As  they  knelt  there  at  the  Master's  feet. 

To-day  He  speaks  to  His  followers  few: 

Are  you  feeding  my  lambs  as  I  fed  you, 

Are  you  showing  your  love  by  breaking  the  bread, 

By  healing  the  sick  and  raising  the  dead.-3 

Lovest  thou  me?   then  feed  my  sheep, 

And  God  who  works  with  you,  His  promise  will  keep. 

The  blinded  eyes  will  awaken  to  see 

That  error  had  bound  them; 

That  Truth  has  set  free. 

The  prodigal  feeding  on  husks,  will  arise, 

As  over  the  sea  the  Master  cries, 

Have  ye  aught  to  eat,  my  children  dear, 

Why  toil  all  night  in  doubt  and  fear? 

Cast  your  net  on  the  other  side, 

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CHILDREN,  HAVE  YE  ANY  MEAT? 


And  in  my  promise  sure  abide; 

Then  draw  it  in,  and  you  shall  find 

The  riches  deep  of  Truth,  or  Mind. 

Oh!  His  wondrous  power  is  a  mine  of  wealth, 

He  gives  us  love,  and  joy  and  health. 

He  fed  the  lambs  on  the  mountain  steep; 

Go  thou  and  feed  his  wandering  sheep. 

He  went  on  the  mountain  and  called  them  in, 

From  the  hill  of  vice,  and  the  valley  of  sin. 

Go  thou  far  out  on  the  mountain  steep, 

And  shepherd,  and  feed  His  beloved  sheep. 


as    a   JCjird, 


"  For  as  the  heavens  are  higher  than  the  earth,  so  are  my  ways  higher  than 
your  ways,  and  my  thoughts  than  your  thoughts." 

Isaiah  55:9. 


LEE  as  a  bird,  from  the  snare  of  the  fowler! 

Flee  to  your  mountain,  ye  faithful  ones,  flee; 

Preening  your  wings,  soar  beyond  earth's  illusions, 

Wing  your  flight  far  above  sin's  surging  sea! 

Losing  the  sound  of  time's  turbulent  billows, 
Lashed  into  discord  by  sorrow  and  fear; 

Flee  from  the  snare  of  the  merciless  fowler, 

Rise  till  the  heights  of  your  mountain  appear! 

Fold  not  your  wings,  till  you  see  the  sure  haven, 
Rest  not  on  hill  top,  contented  to  stay; 

Faint,  yet  pursuing,  press  onward  and  upward, 
Love  goes  before  you,  illuming  the  way. 

Soon  you  will  lose  in  Love's  rarified  ether, 
Memory  of  fowler,  and  arrow  and  snare; 

Thoughts  which  are  mortal  will  fade  as  the  dewdrop, 
Under  the  sunlight  of  God's  loving  care. 

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FLEE  AS   A    BIRD. 


Soon  will  the  power  of  divine  Everpresence 

Wing  every  thought  to  your  consciousness  born; 

Error  will  vanish  like  mist  on  the  mountain, 

Gone  like  a  dream  when  you  wake  in  the  morn. 

Then  in  the  light  of  Mind's  radiant  effulgence, 

Gilding  the  mountain,  our  wings  we  may  fold, 

While  Love's  potent  pinions  impel  us  forever, 
As  infinite  glories  we  raptured  behold. 


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oves 


HOUwouldstnotbeGod,  if  my  prayer  were  not  heard, 
For  thou  know'st  how  my  human  with  anguish  is 

stirred, 
How  my  heart  crieth  out  for  Thy  love  and  Thy 

grace, 
As,  through  tears,  I  look  up  to  behold  Thy  dear  face. 


Thy  smile  dawns  upon  me,  like  soft  summer  rain 
Upon  the  parched  flow'ret,  reviving  again; 
Or,  like  evening  vespers  when  twilight  appears, 
To  whisper  Love's  presence  and  dissipate  fears. 

Down  the  vista  of  years  I  gaze,  till  I  pray 

For  Thy  power  to  sustain  me  with  grace  for  to-day. 

Then  earth's  hopes  and  earth's  idols,  earth's  cross  and 

earth's  care, 
Flee  like  phantoms  before  the  sweet  pressure  of  prayer. 

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LOVE'S   ROD   AND    LOVE'S   STAFF. 


Oh!  travail  and  anguish  that  rend  our  flesh  veil! 
O  dear  Christ,  whose  power  doth  ever  prevail ! 
Oh!  eye  of  the  Mother-love,  ear  of  Most  High, 
That  hears  the  lone  mountain  lamb's  piteous  cry. 


The  heat  of  the  furnace  has  melted  the  gold 
Which  awaits  the  impress  of  the  Fashioner's  mould; 
Oh!  soon  may  the  gold  lose  its  seeming,  and  fade, 
'Till  His  glorified  Substance  my  being  pervade. 

Now,  Spirit,  or  Truth,  I  perceive  Thine  idea, 

The  perfect  reflection  of  Love  doth  appear, 

The  image  long  looked  for,  and  long  vainly  sought, 

Appears,  Love's  true  likeness,  by  God's  wisdom  wrought. 

And  now  I  respond  to  Omnipotent  Love, 
The  deluge  is  over,  returned  is  the  dove. 
The  face  of  the  Father  I  ever  behold, 
As  His  perfect  ideas  forever  unfold. 

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^Vmiewarcl. 


Arise,  and  let  us  go  again  to  our  own  people,  and  to  the  land  of  our  nativity 
from  the  oppressing  sword.  fer.  46  :  16. 


RISE;  let  us  stand  in  the  strength  of  our  God! 

Let  us  slumber  no  more  in  the  dream; 
Let  us  go  to  our  people,  the  home  of  our  birth, 
Our  heavenly  dominion  redeem! 


Let  us  dare  to  resist  all  attacks  of  the  foe, 
With  our  weapon  of  warfare — the  Word! 

Till  the  enemy  falters  and  falls  at  our  feet, 
With  its  broken,  defeated  sword. 

Oh!  great  is  our  God,  He  delivers  His  own, 
He  carries  the  lambs  in  His  arms, 

He  tenderly  shields  them  and  guides  and  supports, 
Oh!  His  mighty  love,  error  disarms. 

He  turns  back  the  tide,  that  else  might  submerge, 
He  speaks  to  the  raging  waves,  "Peace"; 

His  voice  you  may  hear,  if  you  list  to  His  call, 
And  your  sorrow  and  sighing  will  cease. 

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HOMEWARD. 


Arise,  then,  ye  prostrate!  no  longer  bow  down 

To  idols  of  matter,  or  gold! 
Arise  in  the  strength  of  your  Christ,  and  return 

To  your  people,  your  Shepherd,  and  fold! 


JJove   Q/atches 


over 


GAZED  upon  a  sin-bound  world, 
By  fear  and  care  oppressed, 
Asleep  in  error's,  thrall. 
I  asked,  what  meaneth  this? 
I  heard,  "God  is  Omnipotent; 
This  is  a  dream, — it  is  not  real, 
Love  watches  over  all." 

The  soft  voice  spake  so  tenderly, 
It  seemed  so  near  to  me, 

And  like  an  angel's  call, 
I  listened,  till  I  heard  again, 
"God  is  Omnipotent,— this  is  a  dream, 

Love  watches  over  all." 

And  then  I  heard  the  brooklet  sing, 

And  birds  in  matin  song 

Chant,  "Ne'er  did  sparrow  fall 

Without  its  Father's  notice,  for 
Love  watches  over  all, 
Love  watches  over  all." 

65 


LOVE   WATCHES   OVER  ALL. 


I  saw  the  lily  droop  her  head, 
Beneath  the  sultry  heat 

Of  noonday  Sol ; 

A  raindrop  fell  with  cooling  kiss, 
And  whispered  "  Love  hath  sent  you  this, 

Love  watches  over  all." 

I  saw  strong  manhood  yield  to  fears, 
And  age  o'ercome  with  many  years, 

And  heard  them  cry—"  I  fall." 
And  then  I  heard  the  voice  again, 
Like  angels,  in  one  grand  Amen,— 

"  Love  watches  over  all." 

Thus  bird  and  lily,  youth  and  age, 
Once  blind  in  error's  thrall; 
Awake  to  Truth,  and  losing  self, 
See  Christ,  and  sing  the  joyous  song— 
"  Love  watches  over  all ! 
Love  watches  over  all!" 

67 


[riend,  Q(o  up 


— Jesus ;  Luke  14-10. 


H  WANDERER  in  the  valley  of  matter  and  of  sin! 
Hearest  thou  the  loving  message:  Beloved  enter  in? 
The  call  is  now  and  ever,  Come  unto  Me  and  rest, 
From  sorrow,  sin,  and  sickness — oh,  listen  and  be  blest. 


This  valley  is  enveloped  with  shadows,  weird  and  dim; 
And  they  who  tread  its  mazes,  see  never  aught  of  Him 
\Yho  walked  the  vale  of  error,  and  climbed  the  mountain  height, 
And  showed  the  world  the  pathway  from  darkness  unto  light. 


He  knew  Causation — Principle,  acknowledged  Christ,  not 

creed; 
He  proved  the  power  of  Truth  or  Mind,  and  They  who  run 

may  read; 

He  trod  upon  the  serpents,  they  straightway  lost  their  sting; 
He  touched  the  sense  of  blindness,  the  light  came  flooding  in. 

69 


FRIEND,   GO   UP   HIGHER. 


He  spake  to  sense  of  deafness,  it  vanished  at  the  call; 
The  helpless  and  the  sorrowing,  His  tender  love  healed  all; 
The  Word  of  Life  so  potent,  the  Master  understood; 
The  power  of  Love  so  mighty,  he  knew  was  ever  Good. 

He  calleth,  Come  ye  weary,  and  cast  your  burden  down; 
Oh!  turn  from  sense  and  matter,  resplendent  shines  the  crown. 
The  Truth  is  ever  with  you,  it  frees  the  fettered  sense, 
Why  tarry  in  the  valley,  whose  shadows  are  so  dense? 

This  valley  is  illusion,  the  Adam  dream  of  sin, 
Belief  of  life  in  matter,  which  mortals  linger  in. 
To-day  the  Christ  is  calling,  Go  higher,  friend,  go  on 
Above  the  foul  miasma  of  sin,  and  sense,  and  wrong. 

Above  the  sense  of  evil,  rise  higher,  day  by  day; 
Pursuing,  ever  following,  the  voice  of  Good  obey; 
Till  far  above  the  echo  of  sorrow,  sin,  and  care, 
You  see  no  valley  shadows,  no  error  clouds  you  there. 


FRIEND,   GO   UP   HIGHER. 


Have  you  struggled  in  the  valley,  and  felt  its  sting  and  pain, 
Have  you  longed  to  leave  behind  you  its  sorrowful  refrain, 
Have  you  heard  the  voice,  "  Go  higher,"  and  could  not  find  the 

way, 
Did  clouds  shut  in,  and  hide  the  mount,  did  error  lead  astray? 

Oh !  list,  the  sweet  voice  soundeth  yet,  son,  daughter,  follow  me! 
My  loving  arms  encircle,  though  my  face  you  may  not  see! 
The  Christ  is  ever  calling,  Fear  not,  dear  one,  you'll  find 
Beyond  the  vale  of  matter,  the  mountain  bright  of  Mind. 


73 


to   the    J^nfimte. 


EAR  SAVIOUR,  lead  us  to  the  Infinite, 
And  lift  us  up  with  Thy  dear  love,  to  Life! 
O  Christ  of  God  hear,  while  we  whisper  it, 
The  Word  destroys  all  sickness,  sin,  and  strife. 


We  dimly  see  our  Father's  guiding  thought, 
And  Mother-love  with  heavenly  healing  fraught. 
We  know  Thy  voice,  it  counsels,  cheers,  and  chides, 
And  Mother-love  for  every  want  provides. 


O  Parent  arms,  encircling  each  dear  child; 

O  voice  so  tender,  loving,  sweet,  and  mild; 

O  palpitating  presence  of  the  law 

Of  Life,  and  Love,  and  Truth,  which  sense  ne'er  saw. 

We  hear  Thy  Word,  its  power  sets  us  free; 

Thy  love  shall  lead  us,  till  we  wake  with  Thee. 

75 


rt   not 


^ar    from  the 


ngdom. 


'The  Kingdom  of  Heaven  is  within  you. 


—Jesus. 


(Watchman)  ffipHfBHOU  art  not  far  from  the  Kingdom, 

Not  far  from  thy  heavenly  Home; 
Why  runnest  thou  hither  and  thither, 
Why  longer  continue  to  roam? 

(Traveller)      Oh!  where  is  this  Kingdom  of  Heaven 

Oh,  where  is  this  blest  abode? 
I  have  lingered  so  long  in  the  shadows,     . 

I  fear  I  have  lost  the  road. 
Can  you,  who  have  heard  the  Master, 

And  followed  the  voice  of  Love, 
Till  it  led  you  out  of  the  darkness, 

Lead  me  to  the  realms  above? 

(Watchman)  We  can  show  you  the  Chart,  dear  seeker, 

And  point  to  His  Word  so  true; 
We  can  lovingly  walk  beside  you, 
But  the  work  is  for  each  to  do. 


77 


THOU  ART  NOT  FAR  FROM  THE  KINGDOM. 


(Traveller)      But  how  may  I  find  the  true  path, 

For  I  must  no  longer  stray; 
If  I  am  so  near  to  His  Kingdom, 

Why  may  I  not  see  it  to-day? 
If  you  have  discerned  the  morning, 

That  dawns  for  the  faithful  here, 
Do  not  let  me  stray  in  the  gloaming, 

Till  its  light  shall  disappear. 


(Watchman)  The  "little  book"  is  the  Leader, 
Its  Author  opened  the  seals 
Of  the  Word  of  God,  and  unfolded, 
The  mystery  Love  reveals. 


(Traveller)      And  what  is  the  name  of  the  volume, 
Possessing  such  wondrous  power, 
A  comforter  sure  it  must  be, 

A  strength  in  each  darksome  hour. 

79 


THOU  ART  NOT  FAR  FROM  THE  KINGDOM. 


(Watchman)  The  Comforter  we  have  proved  it, 

It  calls  to  His  children — Come  in! 
It  opens  the  gates  of  Heaven, 

And  shuts  them  on  sickness  and  sin. 
Right  here  is  the  heavenly  Kingdom; 

You  may  clasp  the  Father's  hand; 
Here  is  Mother,  and  Home,  and  Heaven, 

And  here  is  the  angel  band. 
Oh,  searcher  for  heavenly  riches, 

Would  you  know  this  mine  of  wealth 
Do  you  long  for  the  Key  to  the  Kingdom? 

You  will  find  it  in  "Science  and  Health." 


81 


ssage. 


HY  Christmas  tree  hangs  heavy  laden 

With  gifts  far  more  precious  than  gold; 
Aye,  even  with  good  deeds  resplendent, 

Whose  numbers  will  never  be  told. 
How  blessed  to  know  that  thy  mission 

Is  to  minister  daily  to  those, 
Who,  in  the  swift  march  of  existence, 

Sink  down  'neath  the  weight  of  their  woes. 
Full  many  a  faint,  weary  flower  Verses  by  a  Stu- 

Hath  been  with  new  vigor  supplied,  dent   sent   with 

roses    on   Chris  t- 

Which,  but  for  thy  sweet  ministration,  mas  Day. 

Might  long  since  have  faded  and  died. 
1  never  have  sought  thee,  and  found  thee 

Too  busy  to  lend  me  thine  ear; 
Or,  to  beam  with  a  sweet  smile  of  welcome, 

Which  could  not  but  fill  me  with  cheer. 
These  flowers,  so  seemingly  fragile, 

Are  yet  burden-bearers  for  me; 
Consenting  to  carry  a  message 

Of  love,  from  thy  student  to  thee. 

D.  F. 

New  York  City, 

Christmas,  1899. 

83 


to   the  f  jjiristrnas  IJoem. 


ES,  my  Christmas  tree  hangs  heavy  laden 

With  treasures  more  precious  than  gold; 
And  the  angels  unite  in  my  vespers, 
As  I  ponder  their  value  untold. 


Its  branches  are  weighted  with  pure  thoughts, 
Which  1  hung  one  by  one  on  Life's  tree; 

Till  the  sunshine  of  love-light  revealed 
These  jewels  of  Spirit  to  me. 


It  is  blessed  to  know  that  our  Saviour 
Has  called  me  to  gather  His  own; 

To  watch,  and  to  guide,  and  present  them 
Each  a  perfect,  a  tried  living  stone. 

85 


REPLY   TO  THE   CHRISTMAS    POEM. 


As  I,  faint  and  weary,  have  listened 

For  the  Shepherd's  voice,  far  on  the  height, 

I  have  heard  the  lone  mountain  lamb  bleating, 
And  have  tarried  to  give  it  Love's  light. 


5 

I  have  oft  heard  the  voice  of  the  Master,, 
Calling,  "  Lovest  thou  me — Feed  my  sheep," 

And  I  quickened  my  earnest  endeavor 
Up  the  mountain  path,  rugged  and  steep. 


Not  the  wealth  of  the  Indies,  if  offered, 
Could  purchase  one  jewel  from  me, 

Which  I  found  in  the  rough,  and  have  polished, 
Till  its  prism  hues  flash  from  my  tree. 

87 


REPLY   TO  THE   CHRISTMAS    POEM. 


There  is  one  minor  chord  in  my  anthem, 
But  which  Love  is  attuning  each  day, 

As  I  think  of  the  gems  that  have  fallen, 
Ere  Love's  minstrel  had  finished  her  lay. 

8 

Yes,  my  Christmas  tree  is  heavy  laden, 
But  its  branches  are  mighty  to  hold 

Every  gem,  which  the  dear  Love  has  given, 
Every  wanderer  once  in  my  fold. 


9 

The  flowers  so  pure  and  so  fragrant, 
Brought  quickly  your  message  to  me, 

And  I  forward  my  love,  on  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
My  dear  faithful  student  to  thee. 

Dec.  271  h,  i&)<). 

89 


LJetter  to  our  beloved  JL^eader  from 
JQ^er  Jj^ambkms. 


ESUS  loves  you,  so  do  we, 
Little  children  though  we  be. 
Little  hearts  that  Mother-love 
In  your  bosom  broods  above; 


Little  feet  that  you  have  led, 
In  the  paths  of  love  to  tread; 
Little  ones  whom  you  have  taught, 
How  the  deeds  of  Christ  were  wrought. 


Reply  to  the 
beautiful  poem, 
written  by  Mary 
Baker  G.  Eddy 
to  the  Sunday 
School  Children 
of  First  Church 
of  Christ,  Scien 
tist,  New  York, 
N.  Y.  (See  C.  S. 
Journal,  M  ay, 
1899.) 


Little  eyes  that  beamed  with  bliss, 
When  dear  Mother  sent  us  this— 
Sweetest  poem  ever  read, 
Tis  a  table  for  us  spread. 

91 


LETTER   TO  OUR  BELOVED  LEADER  FROM  HER 

LAMBKINS. 


Little  ears,  will  learn  to  list 
For  your  loving  voice,  we  wist, 
And  will  follow  all  the  Way 
Mother's  footsteps,  day  by  day. 

Know  we  well  who  gave  us  Mother; 
Taught  us  all  to  love  each  other; 
And  the  love  we  send  to-day, 
God's  dear  love,  is  yours  alway. 


April,  1899. 


93 


jgltand  fli 


irm. 


"  He  that  believeth  on  me,  the  works  that  1  do  shall  he  do  also;  and  greater 
works  than  these  shall  he  do;  because  I  go  to  my  Father." 

— Jesus. 


ARE  to  stand  forth  in  the  strength  of  His  promise! 
Wield  the  sword  fearlessly,  whet  with  His  love; 
Dare  to  tread  firmly  on  serpents  and  scorpions! 
''They  shall  not  sting  you,"  resounds  from  above. 


Christ  bids  you  rise  to  your  conscious  dominion; 

Life  calls  to  action,  obey  Truth's  behest; 
Love's  constant  whisper  is,  "Man  is  immortal," 

Dear  one,  press  on  to  the  realms  of  the  blest! 


SWEETER  than  lullabies,  sung  by  the  mother; 

CLEARER  than  ocean's  roar,  heard  in  the  shell; 
SOFTER  than  zephyrs,  the  voice  of  the  Father,— 

"Child  I  am  with  thee,  fear  not,  all  is  well." 

95 


STAND   FIRM. 


Then  let  us  dare  to  stand,  firm  as  an  anvil, 
Molding  the  banner  of  Science,  our  King; 

Ever  rejoicing  that  Love  is  the  victor, 

As  daily  our  sheaves  to  the  Master  we  bring! 

"Love  one  another."     Oh!  hark  to  His  pleading. 

Follow,  and  bring  in  my  lambs  as  they  roam. 
Love  goes  before  you,  dispelling  the  shadows; 

List  to  the  mountain  horn  calling  you  home. 


Then  following  our  Leader,  our  love-crowned  Leader, 
Who  guides  us  so  safely  through  matter's  dark  vale, 

Let  us  watch  for  Love's  hand,  as  we  climb  Mind's  bright 

mountain, 
Nor  lay  down  the  sword  till  its  summit  we  scale! 


97 


/f\.  ^""""V 

(L)^ar    Students    and 
Qjbmbers. 


|[EAR  not,  little  flock,  'tis  your  Father's  good  pleasure, 
To  give  you  the  kingdom,"  the  robe  and  the  ring. 
Fear  not  the  mad  foe,  who  beholding  your  triumph, 
Pursues  to  destroy  with  the  merciless  sting. 


Take  heart,  the  avenger  can  not  overthrow  you; 

The  Cause  is  the  Lord's,  and  the  victory  is  sure; 
Press  on  in  the  race  for  immortal  dominion, 

Nor  turn  back  to  idols — resist  and  endure. 

Then  raise  high  the  standard  of  Truth,  as  you  follow 
Your  Shepherd,  who  leads  to  life's  pastures  immense; 

He  folds,  and  protects  from  the  wolf,  and  the  fowler, 
Who  lure  to  o'erthrow  in  the  valley  of  sense. 

Awake  to  your  birthright!  And,  guided  by  Wisdom, 
Communing  with  Spirit,  the  quickening  dove, 

You  will  soar,  as  a  bird,  beyond  each  sin-barbed  arrow, 
And  rest,  safe  in  joyous  omnipotent  Love. 

99 


ace. 


DOVE  of  the  white  wings, 

Soaring  so  near; 
O  sign  of  the  great  Heart 
Which  banishes  fear; 


O  Love,  which  is  Infinite, 
Seal  us  thine  own; 

And  lead  us  to  worship 
The  Father  alone! 


O  Heart  of  the  Motherhood, 

Brooding  above, 
Soft  voicing  Thy  message 

Through  Love's  chosen  love; 
Hear  gratitude  voiceless, 

And  prayers  without  speech, 
Which  soar,  like  the  dove, 

Heaven's  portals  to  reach! 


Written  after 
reading  the 
poem  entitled 
"Signs  of  the 
Heart,''  by 
Mary  Baker  G. 
Eddy.  (See  C.  S. 
Journal,  July. 
.899.) 


DOVE   OF   PEACE. 


3 

Oh!  fill  us  with  meekness, 

To  sit  at  her  feet, 
Who  teaches  the  pathway 

To  Love's  blest  retreat; 
Who  leads  Israel's  Army 

In  paths  Jesus  trod,— 
The  highway  of  holiness, 

Leading  to  God! 


103 


mli^ht  of    [Tove's      presence 

<->  *^ ^  ^         "N, 


N  the  secret  of  Love's  presence, 

'Neath  the  covert  of  Her  wings, 
While  the  tempest  rages  wildly, 

And  the  dove  no  message  brings; 
'Mid  the  thundering  of  error, 

And  the  lightning  flash  in  sky, 
I  am  waiting  in  the  darkness;— 
Watching  till  the  clouds  roll  by. 


Faintly  gleams  the  light  through  shadows; 

Rifts  within  the  clouds  appear; 
While  the  lull  of  angry  tempest 

Falls  upon  the  listening  ear. 
Soon  the  sunburst  of  Love's  presence, 

Radiant,  joy  inspiring,  strong, 
Fills  the  heart  with  bliss  and  beauty, 

Wakes  the  Jubilate  song. 

105 


THE   SUNLIGHT  OF   LOVE'S    PRESENCE. 


Dreams  and  shadows  flit  and  vanish, 

Mortal  concepts  fade  apace; 
Earth  is  filled  with  light  and  glory; 

Everywhere  God's  smile  we  trace. 
Could  we  see  through  Spirit's  concept, 

Could  we  hear  through  Spirit's  sense, 
There  would  be  no  angry  tempest; 

There  would  be  no  shadows  dense. 


Through  the  wilderness  we  journey, 

Meeting  fears,  a  spectral  band; 
And  like  children,  faint  with  terror, 

Cry,  O  Father,  take  my  hand!" 
Close  the  dear  Love  ever  hovers, 

Never  absent — ever  near,— 
Hears  our  call,  and  folds,  and  soothes  us, 

Wipes  away  each  falling  tear. 


107 


THE   SUNLIGHT  OF    LOVE'S   PRESENCE. 


Can  we  falter, — can  we  ever 

Fear  to  meet  earth's  phantoms  grim. 
Since  with  tender  care  God  watches 

Over  all  who  trust  in  Him? 
Joys  immortal  are  our  birthright; 

Life  Eternal  spans  our  sky; 
Love  is  victor;  Truth  has  triumphed; 

Clouds  and  tempests  have  rolled  by. 


109 


(0hen   Jfove  Qoth  Quid. 


HEN  Love  doth  guide, 
And  we  abide 

In  Her,  our  Life, 
The  dove  of  peace, 
Brings  quick  release, 

From  sin  and  strife. 


Alone  with  God, 
Our  Master  trod 

Gethsemane; 
Nor  turned  awhile, 
To  gain  the  smile 

Of  Pharisee. 

3 
Shall  we  forsooth, 

Forsake  our  Truth, 
When  foes  appear  ? 
God  mighty  is, 
And  we  are  His; 

Love  has  no  fear. 


Replv  to  a 

poem  entitled 

"Satisfied." 

written  by 

Mary    Baker    G. 

Eddy. 

(SeeCS.  Journal, 
February,  1900.) 


WHEN    LOVE   DOTH   GUIDE. 


4 

Love,  like  the  light, 
Puts  hate  to  flight, 

And  envy's  darts; 
She  wings  Her  own, 
Doth  joy  enthrone 

In  humble  hearts. 

5 

The  Nazarene 
Of  humble  mien 

Won  victory's  crown; 
Love's  labors  blest, 
He  found  sweet  rest 

Beyond  hate's  frown. 

6 

Love's  welcome  voice, 
(Her  holy  choice) 

Bids  mortals  rise 
From  sin's  dark  night 
To  see  the  light 

Of  Paradise. 

"3 


WHEN    LOVE   DOTH   GUIDE. 


,     7 

All  praise  to  God, 
For  her  who  trod 

The  wine-press,  lone; 
Whose  cup  of  woe 
Did  overflow, 

Sin  to  atone. 

8 

Let  anthems  tell, 
Let  chimes  of  bell 

Proclaim  the  Bride! 
Love  robed  in  light 
Is  radiant,  white, 

And  "satisfied." 


Jan.  25th,  1900. 


115 


EAR  Love,  as  we  near  Thee,  how  thin  seems  the  cloud 
Which  hides  from  our  vision  Thy  face,  like  a  shroud  I 
In  Thy  light  we  see  light;  in  Thy  love  and  grace, 
Heaven's  portals  swing  open,  we  see  face  to  face. 


False  concepts  no  longer  form  images  grim, 
Which  lure,  and  deceive,  and  conceal  from  us  Him 
Whose  Life  is  our  life,  and  whose  likeness  we  trace 
In  Love's  mirrored  love,  on  humanity's  face. 

Love  dissipates  terror,  and  bids  phantoms  flee; 
She  calls  to  earth's  wanderers, "Love  careth  for  thee." 
She  sings  Her  sweet  lullaby, "Mother  is  near, 
Now  rest  on  my  bosom,  there  is  nothing  to  fear." 


O  heart  of  the  Mother-love,  God  with  us  here, 
Our  paeans  of  gratitude  rise,  full  and  clear. 
For  Thy  chosen  Wayshower,  holy  and  true, 
Who  leads  past  the  hill-crest,  till  heaven  we  view. 

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not 


Q)atch? 


"Could  ye  not  watch  with  me  one  hour?" 

JESUS. 

RAVE  wrestler  for  the  prize  of  Life  Eternal, 
Treading  alone  earth's  rugged  paths  to  light, 
Art  thou  so  weary  of  thy  self  denials, 
So  tired  of  thy  crosses  and  thy  trials? 

List!  to  the  voice  of  Christ  across  the  sea! 

Can'st  thou  not  watch  one  hour  more  with  me? 

Can'st  thou  not  suffer,  calm  in  tribulation, 

Knowing  that  Christ  Himself  before  thee  goes, 

Leading  thee  to  thy  heavenly  habitation, 

Beyond  this  storm-tossed  dream  of  pain  and  woes? 

O  soldier,  sleep  not  on  thy  sword,  but  watch  thee 
One  little  hour,  until  thy  Christ  appears; 

And  the  "well  done" — ye  faithful,  blessed  are  ye 
Who  steadfast  onward  press, — shall  hush  thy  fears. 


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COULD    YE   NOT   WATCH  ? 


There  is  no  royal  road  to  heavenly  treasure; 

The  pathway  does  not  lead  through  human  pride; 
But  meekness,  faith,  and  love,  must  fill  the  measure 

We  humbly  offer  to  the  Glorified. 

O  patient  watcher  with  thy  heavenly  Leader, 
One  little  hour  longer  pray  and  wait!— 

And  thou  shalt  find,  the  meek  and  earnest  pleader, 
Faith  crowned,  triumphant,  opens  heaven's  gate. 


@piritual 


nses. 


HERE'S  an  eye  beyond  the  human, 

That  beholdeth  only  Good, 
That  sees  God's  vast  creation 

And  man's  real  brotherhood; 
That  looks  on  things  supernal, 

Rejoicing  in  the  light 
Which  revealeth  perfect  Wisdom, 
Omnipotence  and  might. 


There's  an  ear  beyond  the  finite, 

Which  hears  only  words  of  peace; 
Which  lists  to  sweetest  harmonies 

That  never  never  cease; 
Which  hears  the  constant  melody 

Of  soul  reviving  Life, 
And  nothing  knows  of  finite  sense, 

Of  sin  and  human  strife. 


SPIRITUAL  SENSES. 


3 

There's  a  sense  that  tastes  the  real, 

And  sees  that  God  is  Good; 
Whose  delights  are  rare  unfoldings 

Of  the  blessed  Fatherhood; 
Whose  silent  speech,  the  thought  of  God, 

Expressed  in  His  idea, 
Has  sweetest  taste  of  Life  and  Love, 

And  never  taste  of  fear. 


4 

There's  a  Power,  a  mighty  Presence, 

Which  sustains  immortal  man, 
Which  he  feels  is  Life  Eternal, 

For  he  knows  man  ne'er  began. 
Forever  with  the  Father, 

He  feeleth  joy  and  rest, 
Unfoldeth,  as  the  lily 

On  the  water's  peaceful  breast. 

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SPIRITUAL   SENSES. 


5 

There's  a  sense  beyond  the  finite, 

Which  inhales  God's  atmosphere, 
And  smells  the  sweet  aroma 

Of  Love's  flowers  ever  near; 
Which  wanders  in  His  garden, 

Drinking  in  the  perfumes  rare, 
And  nothing  knows  of  planting, 

Of  watering,  or  of  care. 


Thus  seeing,  hearing,  taste,  and  smell, 

And  feeling,  are  divine; 
And  prayers,  like  censers'  perfumes  rise, 

"O  Father,  we  are  thine." 
Then,  turning  from  the  mortal, 

And  gazing  on  the  goal, 
We  lose  our  finite  sense  of  self, 

And  find  our  sense  in  Soul. 

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irdies' 


reeting  to  our 


F  a  little  bird  may  say 
What  is  in  his  heart  to-day, 
I  would  say,  A  song  of  glee 
Motherhood  of  God  for  thee. 


If  you  ask,  "Why  come  you  here?" 
I  will  say,  Your  home  to  cheer, 
Life,  Love,  Truth,  the  whole  day  long 
Is  the  burden  of  my  song. 

At  the  early  morning  dawn 
I  will  sing,  Our  Christ  is  born. 
And  when  dawn  fades  from  our  sight 
I  will  sing,  Let  there  be  light. 

As  the  light  appears  to  men, 

I  will  sing,  Amen!  Amen! 

When  the  full-orbed  sun  appears— 

I  will  sing,  Love  cheers!     Love  cheers! 


Verses  sent 
with  caged 
canary  bird 
to  Mrs. 
Eddy. 


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THE     BIRDIES'    GREETING    TO    OUR    LEADER. 


And  as  love  appears  to  me 
I  will  sing — Truth  sets  me  free! 
Loud  I'll  sing — God  is  the  power 
Moving  me  from  hour  to  hour. 

If  you  ask  Who  told  you  so? 
I  will  sing,  You  know,  you  know, 
Who  has  taught  the  world,  to  see 
God's  idea,  in  man  and  me. 

Turned  us  from  the  finite  sense 
To  the  Infinite  immense, 
From  the  human  flesh-veiled  view 
To  the  spiritual  and  true.  • 

1  will  sing  a  tend'rer  song 
And  its  glad  refrain  prolong, 
I  will  trill,  Life,  Truth  and  Love, 
Echoing  the  choirs  above. 

As  the  sun  sinks  in  the  West 
I  will  sing  Beloved,  rest, 

When  the  twilight  hour  draws  near 

»c 
I  will  softly  sing  Good  Cheer. 


THE    BIRDIES'  GREETING  TO  OUR   LEADER. 


And  when  shadows  chase  the  light 
I  will  sing,  There  is  no  night, 
Then  will  darkness  flee  away 
As  I  sing,  Behold  God's  day. 

If  I  listen,  I  shall  hear, 
Birdie  you  are  God's  idea, 
Sent  to  chant  your  merry  lay 
Lovingly  to  cheer  my  way. 


Then  how  blithely  I  will  sing 
Praises  to  our  Saviour  King, 
Join  with  you  the  matin  song, 
Sing  with  you  the  whole  day  long — 
God  is  Love  and  God  is  Good, 
Birdie,  and  "God's  Motherhood." 
Hymn  of  gratitude  repeat 
As  I  rest  in  Love's  retreat. 


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INSCRIPTION 

O  N 

F"irat    Church     of   Christ,    Scientist, 

NEW     YORK    CITY. 


A  TRIBUTE  OF    LOVE   AND  GRATITUDE  TO  OUR   LEADER 
AND  TEACHER, 


fimmtd  ilanj  Sakwr 


DISCOVERER  AND   FOUNDER  OF  CHRISTIAN   SCIENCE,  AND 

AUTHOR  OF   ITS  TEXT-BOOK    "SCIENCE   AND   HEALTH 

WITH    KEY  TO  THE  SCRIPTURES.' 


•«fc     .^* 

JQa 


rvest 


ING  a  psalm  of  victory, 

Children  of  the  King! 
Let  your  harvest  home-song 
Strengthen  upward  wing! 


Sing,  till  mount  and  valley 

Echo  gladsome  strain! 
Till  earth's  weary  wanderers 

Sound  the  grand  refrain! 

Sing  a  sweeter,  stronger 

Hymn,  of  Love's  great  power! 
Ring  out  glad  hosannas 

In  this  triumph  hour! 


Written  during 
the  erection  of 
First  Church  of 
Christ,  Scientist, 
New  York  City, 
1903. 


Tell  in  song  the  story, — 
Christ  has  come,  to  bring 

Life  to  sin-blind  mortals, 
Health  to  wounded  wing! 


'35 


HARVEST   SONG. 


Church  of  Christ  uprising, 
Silent  voice  of  Love, 

Steadfast,  calm,  majestic, 
Type  of  Church  above! 

Sing  ye  true  and  faithful, 

Valiant,  brave,  and  strong! 

Ring  the  chimes  from  tower, 
Hymns  of  praise  prolong! 

Love's  sweet  harvest  home-song 
Vintage  bells  resound; 

Christ  comes  to  His  temple, 
And  His  own  are  crowned. 


gather 


oice. 


f'ER  the  billowy  waves  of  fear 
Hark!  the  Father's  voice  1  hear. 
Child  of  my  most  tender  care, 
Fear  no  foe,  no  earthly  snare, 

I  am  all  in  all  to  thee 

And  my  Love  hath  made  thee  free. 

O'er  the  sobbing  sea  of  woe 
Comes  a  voice  so  sweet  and  low 
All  is  joy  and  rest  and  peace, 
Let  thy  weary  yearning  cease, 
Dry  thine  eyes,  thou  art  not  sad 
For  my  Love  hath  made  thee  glad. 

In  the  grass,  the  flower,  the  tree, 

Speaks  the  Father's  voice  to  me. 

I  am  thy  eternal  wealth, 

I  am  thy  eternal  health, 

Thou  art  rich  for  thou  art  mine, 

And  the  whole  of  heaven  is  thine. 

'39 


Can 


d      furnish  a 
d/ilderness 


n 


the 


O  Thy  table  richly  laden, 

Mother  mine, 

1  have  heard  the  invitation, 
Come  and  dine! 

Feed  Thou  my  immortal  cravings, 

Father  mine, 
Break  for  me  the  bread  of  heaven, 

Love  divine. 

Let  Thy  substance  full  and  deep, 
O'er  my  famished  heartstrings  sweep, 
Till  my  hunger  Thou  dost  feed 
With  the  living  bread  I  need. 

From  Thy  table  richly  laden, 

Mother  mine, 
With  the  eternal  bread  of  God 

And  royal  wine, 
Let  me  look  to  Thee  alone, 
Give  me  bread,  remove  the  stone, 
Thus  by  Thee,  O  Father  fed 
Give  me  ever  substance  bread. 


Thanksgiving  Day 


141 


CAN  GOD  FURNISH  A  TABLE  IN  THE  WILDERNESS? 


Living,  pure,  reviving  waters, 

Mother  mine, 
Flow  from  Thee,  Thou  Source  immortal, 

Mind  divine. 

Can  I  thirst  when  Thou  art  near 
Can  I  hunger,  can  I  fear? 
No!  I  find  my  all  in  Thee, 
And  Thy  love  hath  made  me  free. 

So  I  joyous  daily  journey, 

On  the  Way, 
Watch,  and  work,  and  wait,  and  sing, 

And  love  and  pray, 
By  Thine  affluence  daily  fed, 
By  Thy  love-light  ever  led, 
I  shall  safe  in  Love  abide, 
Rest  in  Thee — be  satisfied. 


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JJead 


HEPHERD  hear  my  pleading  prayer, 

Father  take  my  hand; 
Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way 
Through  time's  desert  land. 


I  am  longing  for  the  day, 

Promised  by  our  Lord, 
Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way, 

Father-Mother  God. 

Guide  me,  Saviour,  lest  I  stray, 

Firmly  clasp  my  hand, 
Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way, 

All  my  steps  command. 

Dear  Christ,  Thou  my  strength,  and  stay, 

Thou  my  joy,  my  song: 
Light  the  path  and  lead  the  way, 

Through  the  phantom  throng. 


LEAD  THOU   ME. 


Thus  I  fearless  walk,  and  pray, 
Father,  guard  Thy  child, 

Light  the  torch  and  lead  the  way 
Through  the  tempest  wild. 

Father — Mother — Love  divine, 

Life  in  Thee  I  find; 
Light  the  path  and  lead  the  way 

To  my  home  in  mind. 


14; 


O 


ivine 


CANNOT  lose  the  way, 
If  Thou  dost  guide. 
I  cannot  stray  nor  fail, 

Whate'er  betide. 
Oh!  Parent  arms  encircle  me  to-day, 
And  draw  me  closer,  as  I  trust  and  pray. 

In  Thy  pure  light  of  love 

I  see  Thy  man. 
Thy  mirrored  image, 

Perfect,  real,  I  scan. 
The  earth  mists  vanish 

Love  reveals  Her  smile, 
And  gently  whispers, 

"  Bide  with  me  awhile." 

Yes,  gentle  Presence,  Love, 

We  linger  here, 
While  shadows  vanish 

And  Thy  voice  we  hear 
In  tender  tones, 

And  tremulous  and  true, 
"This  is  my  image 

Face  to  face  with  you." 


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DIVINE   GUIDANCE. 


This  is  my  likeness,  this 

My  perfect  plan, 
My  image  radiant 

In  the  face  of  man. 
Thus  face  to  face  with  Love 

The  Life,  The  Way, 
Earth's  night  gives  place 

To  Love's  eternal  day. 


rnenng. 


Whose  fan  is  in  his  hand,  and  he  will  throughly  purge  his  floor, 
and  gather  his  wheat  into  the  garner."     — Matthew  3:12. 


H  !  wheat  of  God, 

Who  spurn  time's  sod, 
And  rend  the  finite  sense  ; 
Who  fearless  dare 
On  wings  of  prayer, 
To  leave  earth's  shadows  dense. 

Oh  !  wheat  of  God, 

Whose  feet  have  trod 
Time's  arid  desert  sands  ; 

Whose  quest  for  Love, 

The  heavenly  dove, 
God's  peace  and  power  commands. 


Written  after 
presentation, 
by  students, 
of  *a  sheaf  of 
wheat, 
July  17,  1910. 


Oh  !  wheat  of  God, 
Thrust  out  from  clod 

And  earth  weights,  rise,  and  soar 
To  heights  sublime, 
Where  Love's  bells  chime 

Love's  endless  more  and  more. 


153 


GARNERING. 


Oh  !  wheat  of  God, 

The  chastening  rod 
Of  Love,  consumes  the  tares. 

Love's  hand  hath  led, 

Love's  love  hath  fed 
God's  wheat,  with  ceaseless  prayers. 

Love's  chosen  love, 

Love's  white-winged  dove, 
Has  garnered  in  Her  wheat ; 

Has  scaled  Mind's  mount ; 

Has  drunk  at  fount 
Of  Spirit  infinite. 

Oh  !  wheat  of  God, 

The  Master  trod 
This  finite  dream  of  woe. 

Our  Leader  drank 

His  cup,  nor  shrank 
From  test  of  cruel  foe. 

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GARNHRING. 


Oh  !  wheat  of  God, 
Wield  Love's  strong  rod 

Which  frees  earth's  mental  slave. 
God  gives  you  might 
To  prove  the  right — 

Gives  victory  to  the  brave. 

Intrepid  band, 

You  understand 
Your  Source — Eternal  Life. 

Obey  His  Son, 

The  Holy  One 
Who  stills  all  human  strife. 

Oh !  wheat  of  God, 
Kiss  ye  Love's  rod, 

Rejoice  ye  dauntless,  sing  ; 
Love's  voice  obey, 
She  leads  the  way, 

To  Christ,  our  Lord  and  King. 

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VERSES 


TAKEN   FROM   POEMS   WRITTEN    IN   YOUTH 


TJstrospection. 


ITTING  and  musing  alone  to-night, 
While  the  moonbeams  reflect  their  shimmering  light, 
And  the  waters  below,  in  silver  sheen, 
Like  the  streets  of  our  heavenly  home,  1  ween; 

While  the  twinkling  stars,  with  their  radiance  bright, 

Talk  of  angel  forms  in  the  world  of  light,— 

I  dream,  and  the  waters  whispering  low, 

Tell  of  childhood,  and  friends  of  long  ago.  written  in  Bom- 

I  yield  me  to  memory,  and  once  more  tread 

Those  childhood  paths,  which  with  joy  I  sped, 

And  I  sit  again  on  my  father's  knee, 

And  list  to  the  tales  he  told  to  me. 

I  gaze  on  his  face,  so  young  and  fair, 

And  can  see  no  trace  of  age  or  care; 

So  I  sit  as  a  child,  on  my  father's  knee, 

And  list  to  his  loving  words  to  me. 

Dear  Mother  appears, — what  word  so  sweet; 

Again  as  of  yore,  I  kneel  at  her  feet, 

And  learn  from  her  lips  the  words  of  Truth, 

As  she  taught  me  of  God,  through  childhood  and  youth. 

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RETROSPECTION. 


I  hear  her  speak  in  her  gentle  tone, 

Of  our  dear  Redeemer,  who  trod  alone 

The  winepress,  and  suffered  to  set  men  free 

From  sin,  and  from  death,  in  Gethsemane. 

I  am  clasped  to  her  heart,  as  in  youth,  she  pressed 

Her  little  one  to  her  loving  breast; 

And  I  feel  her  heart  with  joy  beat  wild; 

As  she  hopes,  and  prays,  for  her  darling  child, 

Then  I  pass  my  hand  through  her  rich  brown  hair, 

But  can  see  no  thread  of  silver  there. 

And  so  to-night  as  a  child,  I  rest 

In  a  beautiful  dream,  on  my  mother's  breast.— 


The  dream  is  o'er,  I  wake  from  the  past, 
Too  bright,  too  beautiful  far  to  last; 
My  heart  is  sad,  and  I  hush  a  sigh, 
As  my  thoughts  to  my  distant  parents  fly. 
Oh!  deep  in  my  soul  lies  a  fervent  prayer 
Of  thanks  to  God,  for  His  tender  care, 
For  my  parents,  spared  to  me  so  long, 


RETROSPECTION. 


Till  I  chose  the  right,  and  shunned  the  wrong. 

My  father  dear,  as  I  think  of  thee, 

Time  has  furrowed  thy  cheek  I  see; 

Thy  step  is  less  firm,  and  thine  eye  has  less  light, 

But  thy  heart  is  as  youthful,  thy  smile  is  as  bright. 

And  there  as  in  childhood,  again  I  would  rest, 

On  my  noble,  loving  father's  breast. 

Dear  saintly  mother  has  felt  Time's  hand, 

He  has  touched  her  lightly  with  his  wand, 

And  as  I  look  on  her  beautiful  hair, 

Some  threads  of  silver  I  notice  there. 

But  her  heart  has  resisted  the  storms  of  time, 

And  is  loving,  and  brave,  as  in  youthful  prime. 

If  efforts  to  render  me  worthy  your  care 

Are  crowned  with  fruition,  in  answer  to  prayer, 

Then  I  will  reward  you, — and  comfort  always, 

And  thus  my  Creator  will  honor  and  praise. 

Oh!  love  is  abiding,  enduring  for  aye, 

And  gratitude  wipes  every  tear  drop  away. 

Thus  love  and  deep  thankfulness,— offerings  meet, 

I  lay  as  a  tribute,  dear  ones,  at  your  feet. 

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JJsalm  of  ^[ratitude. 


HE  roaring  winds  and  the  wild  dashing  waves, 

The  tempest  in  all  its  force, 
Appalls  me  not,  for  above  it  all,  Written  in  1878 

~      .       ,  during  a  terrible 

I  can  hear  my  Father  s  voice.  storm  { n  m  -  d 


ocean. 


I  list  to  His  words  with  a  calm  sweet  trust, 
For  He  oft  to  my  heart  doth  speak; 

And  I  hear  Him  say,  Fear  not,  I  am  near 
To  all  who  my  mercy  seek. 


Enveloped  in  clouds,  mid  fury-lashed  waves, 
Which  threaten  my  faith  to  o'erwhelm; 

The  voice  of  my  Father  brings  courage  and  calm, 
As  with  strong  hand  He  steadies  the  helm; 

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PSALM   OF   GRATITUDE. 


In  all  of  the  dangers  and  trials  of  life, 
In  sorrow,  temptation  and  pain, 

When  feeling  my  weakness,  I  call  upon  Him, 
I  never  implore  in  vain. 


So  I'll  walk  by  faith  at  my  Father's  side, 
As  I  journey  on  life's  highway; 

And  looking  to  Him  for  strength  and  aid, 
I  shall  ne'er  from  His  presence  stray. 


169 


JJome. 


HERE  is  a  spot  of  earth  supremely  blest, 

A  dearer,  brighter  place  than  all  the  rest, 
Where  loved  ones  dwell,  and  in  communion  sweet, 
Spend  blissful  hours  in  home's  calm  retreat. 


0  home!  How  glad  it  lingers  on  the  tongue! 

Thy  dear  delights  how  often  I  have  sung!  Written  in  Eng_ 

Thy  hallowed  joys,  how  often  I  recall,  land  in   |878- 

And  on  the  page  of  memory  trace  them  all ! 

In  wandering  through  this  world  of  joy  and  woe, 

As  they  in  quick  succession  come  and  go, 
May  memory  often  to  my  dear  ones  turn, 

As  home's  sweet  joys  within  my  bosom  burn! 

1  see  thy  sacred  walls,  and  press  the  hand 

Of  each  loved  member  of  that  household  band. 
Oh!  may  I  soon  return  to  "Home  sweet  Home," 
Nor  long  in  foreign  lands  a  stranger  roam. 

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HOME. 


As  pants  the  thirsty  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
Or  weary  wanderer,  in  the  desert  dreams 

Of  babbling  brooklets,  hastening  to  the  sea, 
So  I,  dear  home  and  loved  ones,  sigh  for  thee. 


O  wanderer,  longing  for  thy  heavenly  home, 

Where'er  in  arid  wastes  thy  footsteps  roam; 
One  "  Home,  Sweet  Home,"  must  ever  be  thy  goal ,       \dded  in  1901 

The  Mother,  Home  and  heavenly  rest  of  Soul. 


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INDEX. 


Page 

Sing  the  Song  of  Gladness  !!      -  11 

Communion,         _..---  17 

The  Dove  and  the  Star,  29 

The  Everlasting  Arms,         -      -  35 

Praise  to  God,       -  41 

Children,  Have  Ye  any  Meat  ?  -  47 
Flee  as  a  Bird, 

Love's  Rod  and  Love's  Staff,    -  57 

Homeward,     ------  61 

Love  Watches  over  All,         -      -  65 

Friend,  Go  up  Higher,  69 

Lead  Us  to  the  Infinite,        -      -  75 

Thou  Art  not  Far  from  the 

Kingdom,       -----  77 

A  Message,     ------  83 

Reply  to  the  Christmas  Poem,  85 

Letter  to  our  beloved  Leader  from 

Her  Lambkins,  91 

Stand  Firm,    -  95 
To  my  Dear  Students  and  Church 


Page 
Dove  of  Peace,    -      -      -  -    101 

The  Sunlight  of  Love's  Presence,  105 

When  Love  Doth  Guide,      -      -  111 

The  Dawning  Day,   -  •  117 

Could  Ye  not  Watch  ?  -  119 

Spiritual  Senses,  -  123 

The  Birdies'  Greeting  to  our 

Leader,     -      -      -      -      -      -    129 


Harvest  Song, 

The  Father's  Yoice, 


-    135 
139 


Can  God  Furnish  a  Table  in  the 

Wilderness? 141 


Members, 


99 


Lead  Thou  Me,    - 
Divine  Guidance, 
Garnering 
Retrospection, 
Psalm  of  Gratitude, 
Home, 


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